After A Day of News

All day it rose
like a tide,
the full moon
in my throat,
though I was
not ready for
that blue light,

so when night
fell, the whole
house empty,
candle lit and
dishes placed,
it’s then that
it appeared,

the patient
moon, like a
great sob, the
closest chair
an anchor
and my tears,
the opening sea.

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The Mother

And so I call my mother
to thank her for
the strength

she gave to me, and also
perhaps especially,
for the joy, because this life

is just a small opening,
a momentary window,
and though

there are shadows
in the dark,
she gave me my hands,

with which to draw back
the curtains
and open eyes to see

the white snow fall
even as this night sky
lights up with morning.